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(feat. Pop)
Chorus 4X: Master P
I won't stop 'til they feel me dawg
They can't knock a nigg* hustle they gotta kill me dawg
Master P
You can find me on the block my nigg*
Ain't nuttin changed, still runnin from the cops my nigg*
I feel like B.I.G. and 'Pac my nigg*
"All Eyez on Me," but I got this nigg*
P. Miller shoes, camou' top my nigg*
I'm from the hood so I'm strapped with two glocks my nigg*
You wanna scr*p but I don't box my nigg*
Black Sopranos up in here and you get popped my nigg*
I told Bob hold me a spot my nigg*
Case these industry girls try to stop a nigg*
Try to sue me but I'm on top my nigg*
Bentley Coupe, P. Miller rims, convertible top my nigg*
Keep my enemies close and watch my friends
And I'ma rep the New No Limit 'til the casket bend
We did it once, we'll do it again
I don't follow I lead my nigg* I set trends
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Pop
Yo, all you blacks in white, I promise you these two techs create
enough firepower to make a coward's chest deflate
See Poppa pull up to yo' sets and spray, so you ain't gotta be
on public housing to get yo' section ate/eight - ayyyy
Now won't you chumps go dare front for?
Get dumped on tryin to knock my hustle like a front do'
Punk no, you better come off my bread pr*nto
Fo' my guns blow and leave cats wetter than panchos
The head honcho, from low peels to sex or grass
I bleed on blocks like tampons and maxi-pads
Until I'm sleepin on stacks of cash - my triggers
are like around strippers they'll snap ya ass
Keep actin bad, the two-buck can eat ya whole crew up
So you ain't gotta come down to Houston to get Screwed Up
I move more yellow on the block than a school bus
So if you need a clique to hate on then don't choose us
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